I had a bit problems to get away from my body, I guess, my concentration wasn't great today. But after a few tries I managed. Once I stood in dark bedroom, I have heard strange buzzing sound... So I followed it to the source. I got to bedroom of my older daughters... And over the second oldest sleeping body I saw something like black filaments, about 5cm wide, and moving a bit. The strange loud buzzing was emanating from them. I put my hands on them and pulled them with a bit difficulty away. The buzzing sound got louder at first and then it ceased... And filaments dissipated and I found myself back in my body. Immediately I went out of body again and walked back to my daughter bed. There were no filaments anymore. I put my hands on and then into my daughter body, trying to pull her out of body, but I didn't manage that. So, i went out of house through closed balcony doors(I wasn't able to open those doors, as usually..) I had fallen down from first floor height and walked without thinking about that concentrated on here and now...
1. I am wandering around a dark, indoor mall. I feel very confident as I walk around. I enter a men's restroom and pass a long line of urinals against the wall. It occurs to me I've entered into a military-style latrine. A line of naked men stand against a far wall waiting to use the urinals. Everyone is naked, and I notice I am naked too. All the men are black, and when I pull my out my dick and start pissing I notice I am black too. I piss in my urinal and I piss in my neighbor's urinal as well. My dick is huge and the urine flow coming from it is very strong and forceful, like a pressurized fire hose. I step back and spray the urinals from a distance. I have vitiligo on my big black dick, the same as the guy across from me. He is very muscular and also has vitiligo on his hands and knees. 2. I am in a swamp with a buddy of mine. It soon becomes clear we have trespassed onto a protected government wetland preserve. We continue to trudge through the swamp together. I see a crocodile up ahead; green, slender with lots of long teeth. It heads toward us -- we scamper away and try to get to dry land, running very fast. I have a jacket and a shirt, shotgun and pistol. There is a sign on the barbed-wire fence that says we are in a "nuclear holding ground for trespassers". I frantically toss my jacket up over the razor wire to get away. Recall fades. Dreamt 3/25/17
I'm in some clinic waiting to been by a specialist. The clinic is filled with people. A Chinese guy is making a lecture on musical instruments. As he speaks another Chinese guy stands up and starts playing a violin. As he plays, the lecturer says, "Observe, see. This is the way the violin should be played!" No sound comes from the violin. I head to the back of the clinic where I am met by two fat, ugly women who work there as phlebotomists. They ask me if there are any diseases in particular I want to be tested for. I take it to mean they are asking about STDs. I tell the ogre-looking women I haven't been with anyone but my wife, so no. I ask they could screen me for pancreatic cancer. I am told no, since "the symptoms arrive too late." Dreamt 3/17/17
Dreams from March 10th and 11th (today). 10th: Dream Sequence: The last dream sequence started out with me playing a female gnome on WoW. Though I had rogue abilities my character's portrait indicated "level 49 warlock" when moused over. The character had a pointy dark purple hat and matching dress. I used my stealth ability because I was in some distorted version of Tirisfal, mixed with Ashenvale, making me feel an imminent danger of being attacked by other players. I could see trolls riding around on raptors, a few level 60s but otherwise mostly around my own level. I was afraid that this approaching 60 hunter might spot me or become aware of me long enough to then start attacking but somehow, despite the level discrepancy, that didn't happen and I was able to get past him, down a natural slope with a path; as I did this the hunter was entering a dungeon with an entrance like Stratholme's service gate (the back entrance). Then I saw other horde members, mostly between levels 17 and 29. There was a river (more like Ashenvale this part), and this low level female orc warlock was swimming in the river, doing some quests by the looks of it. I realised I had a quest here too, to grab some dried up flowers floating in the water. I forget the item names now. Five items of one type, one of another, and some extra item that I already had on me anyway according to the quest log. While writing the initial note for this, my mind sort of suggested that the elf music from Ashenvale was playing, but I don't really remember that in the dream in itself. Probably the effect of a strong associative relationship between the dream's construct and the real memory archetype. I got out of the water on the other bankside after collecting these items and I made the quest show me where to go. It started to display dashed paths on the parchment style user-interface map that the game has. The paths it displayed were leading me through another quest first; there was this big, half hewn tree stump, here on this side of the river and inside it there were three sections where I had to speak to some kind of spirits? Doing this would activate something, and then when I was on the way to speak to the third one, I passed by an open area with bright light on it, not inside the tree stump area, but I had to go this way to go around to the third spirit. In this brightly lit and grassy area, was a massive wooden frame, around a screen of sorts. An image appeared, symbols showing in sequence, once. First, a slightly rounded triangle, then a super simplified four-legged animal? And then, two other more complex symbols I can't describe or remember accurately. After the symbols, a blonde girl, aged no more than ten or so I'd say, appeared on the screen. She was smiling and spoke to me directly, thanking me for finding her. She asked me a question, about myself, but I don't remember what it was. I do remember an interface popped up with some choices, three primary choices and an extra choice; - "A sailorial heart." - (I can't remember the second option.) - "(Full control.)" :: This was the 'extra' option. - "Full naval!" For whatever reason, I felt that none were true to me at that time, except "full control", but I wasn't sure what it meant either. Then, I could see my character from the girl's perspective; the character was giving the answer, but wasn't a female gnome anymore, but some sort of mix between Wolverine and something more feral. I woke up soon after this. 11th: Dream Fragment: Diablo II. Playing a sorceress, or druid? Playing with H? Remember using the glacial spike spell. Dream Fragment (part of a sequence continued in the next fragment): Someone being racist about some fictional game races. Me and some girl investigate rumours and who it could be. We were part of some class on a tour or whatever. Susie from Miss Maizel was our teacher apparently. The girl with me accused Susie of being the racist. I defended her, saying Susie just thinks everyone is equally an ass. In the dream, I remember a dream memory about her giving food and being charitable, and I retell this to the girl. Something happens, not sure what. Near the end of my dream, I am aware that I had been wearing shorts; now I was changing into my camo shorts but they have a rip or hole on the front of the right leg, which I didn't realise until putting them on. But I want to change back to the previous ones and then I can't or something. Dream Fragment (somehow related to previous): Getting on some kind of cruise boat with H. We were the last two to get on board, even though many more people were still waiting and queued. H carried on through some corridor. Everything was nicely carpeted and felt cozy I suppose. But then before I followed through, this girl appeared from the same corridor and she was saying she wanted to give up her place on the cruise to someone else, but a crew member (like a flight attendant but not?) stopped her. Apparently the girl was a windows svchost.exe process. I seemed to have some sort of meta-physical view of the dream reality but remember too little. Then I remember being in our private quarters with H, unpacking or settling in. In the quarters there was some weird dedicated 8 volt and 19 volt power supply, apparently meant for modern turntables and cassette decks. We thought it was odd, and wasteful. Dream: With H in a city of some sort. Underground? Looks dirty and rusty. Waiting for this team of people to fit some modular concrete block things, with huge power cables coming out the back. Really heavy-duty looking stuff. Someone shows up? Or there's a nun, but she's actually a shape-shifter. Turns into a black guy that looks like Zimos or Ruby Rod. He then pulls up two high calibre sawn-off shotguns. He shoots a bunch of people from this team and there's a small panic of sorts. Then more people come down from a ramp on the opposite side from where I was. The shape-shifter pretends to be one of them, but doesn't transform? And then he runs up the ramp to get away. Me and H follow. H's van is up here, outside. It's night time and fairly dark, but there are street lights. We want to help the shape-shifter escape and grab him, trying to get him in the van. He doesn't want to get in though, and transforms into a white tiger, running off. We follow him closely, to a cake shop. He goes in and morphs into a chef but the other woman following him with the intent of catching him doesn't notice. We then confront him, stopping him from getting away from us and ask him to come with us, reassuring him about safety. Then H is no longer H and is a mix of Gibbs, Auron and Riddick, and then I'm not there anymore. There's a cut and I see a scene of telepathic dialogue between the shape-shifter and the other character. The shape-shifter mentions his "fury" and the other character asks the shifter if they know anything about his "Furya". No notes, maybe some later.
1. Mr. F___ (a man I worked with at the funeral home) is showing me one of his checks on payday. The actual amount is legible in the dream: $1,502.38. As in IRL he is telling me stories non-stop. He is former military and I can see his discharge DD214 paperwork clearly, and in particular the exact date his service ended: 1 NOV 57 and in the dream I calculate the math to twelve years before I was born (IRL it's thirteen years to the day). As I calculate the math, he tells me a story about how he got in trouble when he was in the Air Force by overstuffing toilet paper in the barracks latrine. When someone tried to flush it the thing backfired and everyone had to evacuate. He laughed jollily as he told me this. While he is laughing I'm thinking about how old he looks. His face is bright red. 2. I am in a pawn shop trying out a red Charvel guitar. The pawn shop employees are all impressed and watching me as I jam out. As it turns out, this pawn shop is on an airplane and we are flying over a gargantuan swimming pool. When we land on the on the other side of the pool I am still holding the guitar and notice the headstock is huge. I consider purchasing it. The pawnshop owner tells me a story of a girl who was thinking of buying a guitar, but in the end decided not to make the purchase. As result she ended up paying even more for the guitar when she later decided to buy it. I listened intently as he tried to persuade me to buy it. In the dream, money was no issue. But, still, I was not 100% sold on getting it. 3. I was listening to the beginning of the Sgt. Pepper Reprise song, where the drum beat comes in after the 1-2-3-4 count off. I remarked to someone in the dream, "Paul McCartney is a genius.." Dreamt 3/16/17
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I am with a group of people in a white, antiseptic room which resembles a morgue. We are all funeral professionals and somehow related to each other. We are working with cremation merchandise and there is an older, balding man in charge. We are putting urns in cardboard boxes. The balding guy in charge wants me to "wrap" the urns. I'm not sure what he means by that. I wonder if he wants me to clean the ashes out of them from the inside, but then I realize he just wants me to put them in boxes. He says to "wrap" 18 of them. I leave the room to look for 18 urns. (Frag) Now I am on a school bus (looking for the urns perhaps?) and I see my niece and her daughter on an escalator. My niece is dressed up very nicely, which is odd because she hardly ever looks nice. He daughter trails behind her. They are going up on the elevator. I can hear her daughter's voice very distinctly, and when she speaks her words are shown as subtitles on a large screen attached to a wall. It is like they are acting in a foreign film. My niece tells her daughter something and her daughter complains, "No mommy, I am old enough..." and my niece, not wanting to fight with her, turns back around and shakes her head. I think she wanted her daughter to stand closer to her on the elevator. I am now in a school, walking down the hallways, still searching for the urns. I am wearing a baseball cap that makes me feel very confident. I think to myself as I stand tall and walk briskly: "I am adult with authority. I am above all the kids in this school. They are not allowed to wear caps while in this school, but I can!" Dreamt 3/15/17
Updated 03-11-2020 at 02:53 PM by 92342
I am in a posh high-rise penthouse I share with a person who is throwing a party. At this party there are lots of people and stately granite tables and everyone is staying late. I am in another room, trying to fall asleep but can't because of all the commotion. I look out my window and see a woman across the way, in another high-rise. Her window is open. She is laying in her bed and reading. I know her from school. I like to watch her before I close my blinds at night. I feel lonely despite the lively party happening outside my room. I leave my room and go into the kitchen. The person with whom I share the penthouse notices me in the kitchen and begins to wrap the party up. Nobody talks to me. I sit by the fridge and observe everyone leave. When everyone is gone I go back to my room and look over at the girl again through my window. A man is now in bed with her. I close my blinds and wonder if they noticed me watching them. I go back to my door and open it halfway and peek out into the room beyond it. Some people (my neighbors?) are seated at a table eating dinner. I see the backs of their heads. They are eating in the dark. I feel homesick and forlorn, the way I felt when I moved away from home for the first time when I went to college in Boston. It seems everyone but me has someone to be with and something to do. The dream disjoints and now I am watching an interview on TV, where a man who looks like Chief Inspector Dreyfuss from The Pink Panther is being asked questions. I watch the entire interview and only at the end recognize him as the man with whom I share the apartment. Apparently he has had a scandalous past as his father is a notorious criminal. My brother then appears who knows him and says his name with disgust. It becomes unclear if my adopted brother is somehow related to this criminal through his own biological father. Dreamt 3/14/17
Updated 03-11-2020 at 02:26 PM by 92342
Today i had many dreams. I also slept like 10 hours and in the last couple of hours i had a lucid dream (which broke a long dry spell). I'm going to write the lucid dream first and then if i have time i'll write notes on the other dreams. I was dreaming that i was in Córdoba (the capital city of my province). I was in the neighborhood i was living in last year, and i was buying some dinner. I asked for cheese and the price was like 5x$5.80 or something (and 5 weren't even the units of cheese, but rather a marketing thing to make it hard to figure out what the actual price was XD). Then i saw some fresh pasta in the counter and i asked for some of that. I grabbed some with my hands to put it in a plastic bag XD and then the guy that was attending me started to mess around with it too, like grabbing a fork and tasting some (even though it had to get cooked). I was totally chill about it, but i said something pointing out that we were being savages about it, lol. Then i went out and started walking towards my house. Then i find myself in the avenue. It was by the time the shops closed and the sun was setting. There was a car chasing me and i had like a feeling this happened before and i was ran over by it. The car was going around the block. And this time i started running before "the last time" so i was ahead this time. I started running towards my house and then i turned left when i reached the end of the first block. I thought the car would appear in front of me in a few minutes, but then i realized that i could fly because this was a dream, and so as i was running i started floating and flying, and that way the car would never run over me. Even if the car flew, i imagined it would fly like cars in GTA San Andreas, highly erratic so it was all good. The view was nice too. The road was a dirt road; at my left there were buildings like apartments, and at my right there was just grass but ahead there was like a small plantation of trees and they were pretty tall. I remembered that it would be a good idea to use my senses so i get the dream to last longer. So since i was at about the altitude of a nearby balcony i floated towards it, held to the wall (which felt so real) and climbed it. Btw i was super vigilant while i was flying because in past dreams it happened that sometimes i lost power and started going down, so i was constantly aware if this would happen anytime while i was flying, but everything went smooth (if i went down it would be okay, because what actually 'disturbs' me more of falling is how long the fall is rather than hitting the ground, and i wasn't that high yet). When i stood in the balcony mini wall i noticed there was a lamp post nearby, and i could reach the lamp so i went ahead and touched it. The lamp was cold, even though it was lit. I thought that was funny and it was something more to keep confident that this was a dream. I didn't know what i wanted, but i wanted to do something, and i was getting bored there. So i started flying again, now towards the trees. I almost reached the top of the trees when i thought that i should have a new goal now, so i thought why not the moon (even though deep down i was thinking this might not be a good idea, since it would be a huge step for me). So i changed the direction of where i was flying to (the moon was in my back) and i started heading towards it. I saw it from afar and i thought it would be a long flight, perhaps not even worth it, but i wanted to do it for the challenge rather than being there (i also thought that space would be a problem because i would have to focus not only on flying but also on breathing... and that could be problematic) but i couldn't fly much higher than i was at that moment because i started spiraling down and shortly after i woke up. When i woke up i stayed still and i went back into dreaming shortly after. Like in 1 minute after i was back in a new dream, but i didnt even notice that it was already dreaming, i thought that i was just thinking this. I realized it has been a dream only when i woke up from it. In that dream i was in an abandoned house, with some old members of some fraternity. They wanted to threaten me, and philosophize about something. The one that was talking was a dark wizard, but as far as i was concerned he was as much human being as me so i never felt threatened or fearful of the situation.
I had another car dream last night after not having any for several nights. When the dream started last night, I was in the car by myself buckled to the front middle seat waiting for my mom and sister to come out and get in the car. I almost immediately noticed that something smelled really bad in the car, but couldn't figure out what it was. I kept looking around trying to figure it out. I finally convinced myself that it was some of the stuff that was occupying the back seat that was causing the smell. When my little sister came out and sat down in the passenger seat next to me, she immediately noticed that something stunk after she closed her door and buckled her seatbelt. She kept talking about is and accusing me of tooting in the car. I kept trying to convince her that the car smelled bad as soon as I got in and that it was something it the back seat that we were smelling. She just kept accusing me of tooting in the car and kept telling me how gross it was. If there was anything that smelled worse than the car it was her breath which reeked like it always did. To try to get on my nerves while we waited for mom to come out she kept putting her head on my shoulder and her tan sandals on the glove box to show me how much more room she had than me. While we continued to wait in the car for mom, she kept alternating talking about the bad smell in the car, her having the window seat, and us waiting for mom to come out. I finally had enough of listening to her and getting whiffs of her putrid breath and turned my body to focus on the empty drivers seat, the tan steering wheel and gauges on the dash, and the back door to our house where mom was nowhere to be seen. After waiting in the car for what seemed like a miserable eternity, I finally hear my sister say here come mom while I was focusing on the tan vinyl driver seat. I turned and saw mom at the back door going through her purse to find her keys which seemed to take forever. She finally found then and locked the back door and then walked towards the car. When she got to the driver side door, she fumbled through her purse again for a while looking for the car keys and then finally found them and then opened the driver side door and sat down in the driver seat on my other side. While she was getting all of the mirrors adjusted, she also noticed the car stunk. My sister immediately told her I had been tooting. I denied it and tied to explain to mom that I had not been tooting and it was something in the car that smelled. I got a whiff of moms breath while she was getting on me and it was just as bad as my sisters breath had been. Mom finally got done adjusting the mirrors and then put the key in the ignition and turned it to start the car. the car didn't start-up and instead the dash was full of red lights and there was the annoying buzzing sound. Mom kept turning the key, but each time, there was the red lights and buzzing sound rather than the car starting up. Mom eventually started pumping the accelerator before each try turning the key, but it didn't do any good all that happened was there were the red lights and buzzing sound instead of the engine starting. After several more times pumping the accelerator and turning the key, mom decided she should get out and look under the hood. I asked her if I could get out and she snapped at me, getting in my face telling me that I needed to calm down; that it was her job to get the car started and mine to stay bucked in my seat and stay calm; that she would get the car started; and that she promised that I would not like what would happen if I took my seatbelt off. As she continued to get on me, I again noticed how bad her breath smelled. While my sister and I waited in the car while mom looked under the hood, my sister kept putting her head on my shoulder and then trying to put her arm around me. I kept trying to move away from her because I really did not like the way she was invading my space and keep getting whiffs of her breath even though I was trying to ignore us. It seemed like mom was taking for ever looking under the hood. Finally, I saw mom closing the hood and then walking towards the driver side door. When she was opening it, I moved my body back to the middle to give her room. As she was sitting down in the driver seat, I felt my shoe brush against my sisters leg and then heard her scream really loud. I then found out the smell in the car was dog poop that I had stepped in and that I got some on my sisters leg. My sister and I got out of the car so she could clean her leg and I could clean off my shoe. I woke-up from the dream while I was out in the yard trying to clean the dog poop off of my shoe.
Jamie dreams forgot one from the previous week. It was a dream about me and her getting married. Well, honestly I think she'd rather go to her grave than talk to me again. So keep dreaming? Other dreams were not good.In one dream she is visibly mad at me. In another one she is walking beside me outside at night sometime but not talking to me. In another dream I am tracking her in a large city and she is a completely different person with a new identy. She walks near me but pretends I don't exist. And i don't remember her this bad since early 2019. somethings wrong. I have no idea what, since she won't write me at all. Youtube Just a vague dream about meeting the people from the paranormal files again... No real details, just we were in some house exploring. There were other longer dreams, but as usual, when I'm ready to write them down i forget everything
I am outside and approaching a Starbucks. It looks more like a concessions building that you’d find at a theme park. There are a ton of people waiting, then I see that they are in three lines. I keep walking and get into the furthest line which is significantly shorter. I then notice that each line corresponds to a method of payment, this line being one that I do not qualify for. Since I’m almost up, I hope I’ll be able to slide by or tell them I didn’t know (the signs are rather small and high up). I am up now and the short and pudgy blonde barista about my age takes my order without regard to the line types. I get some kind of black iced coffee. We start talking, and I tell her how Starbucks kind of sucks. I tell her there are just so many more quality options, then realize that she works at a Starbucks so this might be uncomfortable for her.
I am outside somewhere. I almost feel like I’m at the end of a road or a path, possibly through a neighborhood and/or the outlying area. There are a few trees and a single, smaller wood building. Outside the building there is a trampoline with a bungee system. I watch a few kids of different ages take turns jumping and doing flips and tricks. Now, I am hooked up and jumping. I try to jump high but it proves difficult now matter how I keep trying. There’s a guy - an employee?- standing, watching. He offers no form of help and really looks like he’d rather be elsewhere. After a bit, I think I manage a front flip.
Dream 1: I was at a Vipassana retreat. It was still first day so I could talk to my friends with me. At one point a teacher came up to me with a bag and his fingger pointed. I knew this meant he was going to cavity search me to make sure I was clean. I was next to my friend Matteo. I let the search begin and it wasnt unpleasant but Matteo was really not excited for his turn so he went to bed while I was getting searched. He didn't know that he was up next surely. At one point it was also like a new house and we were trying to defend ourselves with guns and stuff against other players. It's like it turned into first person PUBG.
Dreams taken from phone memos from today and yesterday. Will try to arrange chronologically and make notes for each day separately. 7th: Dream Fragment: There's a high school context to the dream. Vi from my class back then, he was walking around with me, near my old home. We were headed towards the main square or the subway? In reality we'd never spoken a lot, but in the dream we were talking non-stop for some reason. I was telling him about a god of war? And about a dark goddess. Not sure where this fits into the dream but I remember some other part, relating to this goddess. There are strange cliffs, rock looks sedimentary; and there are scattered graves but I don't remember what they look like anymore. I spoke to the dark goddess I think. Other stuff happens in between and all I have left is a fragment from the end of the dream. I was gigantic and a ten story building was only about ankle height for me. I was running somewhere, taking long strides over cities and hills. I avoided excessively mountainous areas. It was quite sunny and clear. Some areas were under mass floods, because of the dark goddess? Something about her being angry. There were craters or abysses which the water spiralled into. Notes: - The irony of the last part of this dream is that this is one of my current lucid challenges. - I don't remember what I was wearing, or if I was wearing anything at all in the last part of the dream, but in the early parts of the dream I was wearing my old cream hoodie, except it had a front pocket thing, which it actually doesn't. - I don't remember actually seeing this goddess in the dream, but I have an archetype appearance in mind visually, where she appears sort of half-naked and has somewhat messy but long black hair. Has red iris eyes. 8th: All sort of a continuous dream, but transitions and details are highly fragmented: Inside some structural complex. My family is here, primarily siblings and parents. I remember L talking and showing me a few things around the place. I think this place was like a house L and S were building? There's certainly lots of concrete to the structure, and some sort of carpeting thing going on. I remember a diffused sunlight from directly above. At this point I was in a concrete tunnel overhang with huge glass panes to the side. I could feel that the sunlight was coming from a diffusing rectangular skylight much higher up. Then after seeing into a few different rooms and going a bit dark, there was a transition of some kind. I was just outside the building I used to live in. It's daytime but not sure what the sky is like. Colours are semi-vivid. H is here in some form and I feel like I'm a small girl or something. I play around the cobbled area and then there's something about money. I was making 100 an hour by just moving some small 1kg bags of flour? But because there was limited demand, then I wasn't needed anymore, which made me disappointed. Transition or cut. Short sequence where me and H were about to play some board game. Not sure where we are, but indoors. Then all of a sudden, MB appears. I feel really apprehensive and tense, but oddly enough H is fine with his presence. I remember what I told mom some days ago in waking life, that we don't let MB hang out anymore, and yet here he is. We play a test round of the board game and then I start putting it all away, in the hope he'll get the hint and go away. I am confused as to why H hasn't told him to go either. I feel on edge and like I could become aggressive. Transition. Some weird sort of library. Reality physics mixed with game-type physics. There's a very short farclip plane. H is here and talks to me about something. I remember a purple and orange haze and some bookshelves. I walk around somewhat disorientated. I remember going into a room that I could see clearly and there were rolled up bits of paper, or scrolls? Transition again. I was on the computer, looking at a reddit link from some support group forum for people with my illness. The reddit link had an embedded youtube video that had some furry characters on the preview. The first line I remember either from reddit or the video description was "The inner drunkard voice of the characters we draw ghandara macrophylla". This doesn't fully make sense even in the dream and somehow I also feel the video will likely have someone with a really annoying voice, so I don't think I played it anyway. Passing thoughts about drawing. Notes: - I had to look up "ghandara", and the closest word I could find is "gandara", which means wetland(s) in Galician. Though it's a fairly familiar language, I didn't know this word specifically. "macrophylla" I know from plants, meaning large leaves or so. So that would make it "large leafed wetland" or something in a more literal sense, but it still doesn't link directly to the rest of the description text. I think in the dream the "macrophylla" was just a misspelling of "macrophilia" but it still doesn't explain the other random word. - Perhaps the oddest thing about the video link was that I have neither used reddit nor any online support group for my illness in a long time. The rest of the fragment's context seems to relate more to the fact that I haven't been drawing lately, mostly because of how I've been feeling, but also to the natural feelings of jealousy that seem to crop up in me sometimes when the art of others is on show. - In the weird haze library area, the purple and orange may have been a bit symbolic, as I associate purple to myself and orange to H, who was also there. - When MB was playing this board game with us, he was being as irritating as ever, all the more reason I wanted him gone. - Although I remember S was in the first part of the dream, I don't remember hearing her speak, which seems unlikely. That first part felt like the longest and the second part felt like the shortest.
Morning of March 8, 2020. Sunday. Dream #: 19,438-01. Reading time: 54 sec. In my transition from complete lucidity to liminality near the beginning of my dreaming experience, I think about the nature of imaginary physicality, though it does not correlate with the usual falling sensation anticipation. As the rapid morphing of various random settings slows and stabilizes, I see a variation of the “Gunsmoke” Dodge City set, though its implication is ambiguous, as both people on horses and modern cars are present and in motion. I know that horses are more of an instinctual rendering when imaginary proprioception is an anticipated factor, whereas cars, although still signifying the physical body as sublimated while dreaming, indicate a partial level of cognizance. As a result, my liminal state integrates the ambiguity of both in an atypical form of sleep-wake mediation. What results, as I am moving into my sleep cycle instead of out of it, is that all the cars unrealistically rotate, reminiscent of a tornado, ballerina’s pirouette, or helicopter rotor system (all of which are variations of mediating this process) as I allow my lucidity to lessen. There is no emotion as only one horse bucks at the impossible scene (only because I briefly anticipate it). The cars do not lift off the ground but rapidly rotate in place until their spinning makes them a seemingly transparent circular anomaly. After a few minutes, I allow the scene to fade.
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